I thought about it much and I've finally made up my mind.
We know that we're both flowers waiting to bloom, two young, carefree people who're hearts are raw, volatile, and fragile. And somehow our heart's connected and tried to write up its own melodic song that would play constantly under the sea of stars and moonlight. But all were just fairy tales, let's face the fact. Though we thought of trying to follow our mighty pens, they would just eventually have to stop because the ink's all dried up — thus the missing words would not complete ourselves as one, leaving us even apart than strangers on the streets.
That's why need to end this before it starts or we'll just end up sticking thorns on each other — even if it's not on purpose.